Floris feed an otic-hop,
Its game as all as one,
And larghetto this Floris urged,
The hop increased therefrom.
It opened her pace old all man,
It plunged barring the cold,
It had the ancient game and wedge,
Mid dust a hop as old.
Cut Up Poems are a fantastic form of poetry. Here are some I produced recently. I hope you like them.
Floris feed an otic-hop,
Its game as all as one,
And larghetto this Floris urged,
The hop increased therefrom.
It opened her pace old all man,
It plunged barring the cold,
It had the ancient game and wedge,
Mid dust a hop as old.
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